Kjarva's dream journal

I really don't remember a huge deal of this, I fell asleep again after remembering really clearly what it was when I first woke up and by the time I got up the second time I lost it.

Chris was being dropped off at a restaurant but we were in the back of a transit van. There were other people in the back of the van, although I can't remember who and when we arrived we realised it was a really fancy place, there was a red carpet rolled out for arriving guests. There was then a discussion of how we should maybe have brought a limo instead of the van.

Time to start again

Last night 2 tiny dream fragments that I don't remember in any great detail.

First one - Obviously influenced by the fact I was listening to breaking dawn on Audible while I dropped off to sleep last night, I have a vague recollection of dreaming something to do with Edward Cullen and I distinctly remember thinking in the dream that he was pretty creepy and did nothing for me

2nd One - Remember very little about this one too but it was something to do with me texting Andrew McCarthy (back when he was hot from pretty in pink) and pouring my heart out to him by text, to get a less than impressive response. I called him all upset, it turned out it was a total misunderstanding and he ended singing me to sleep in my dream with a beautiful song. It sounded a lot like the dwarf song about the misty mountains from The Hobbit, but it was in Gaelic.

I was stood outside with a group of 4 people and we were talking about writing. We were standing on a verge above the beach and it was a cold but clearish night. I can't remember what we were really talking about, but as we were talking there was a giant lighting bolt that leapt down from the sky and struck the water. We decided to go inside and one of the people I had been talking to was a young guy from my writing class. I asked him if I'd missed much and told him I'd been off due to my mother in law dying.

I'm inside now and where I am is very like the hallway at Chris's parents, on the upstairs landing. 2 people are in the bathroom, only the bathroom isn't where it should be, it's where Chris's dads room is. I enter the bathroom and in fact it's a big shower room. One of the people there is Jacqueline Casey, I can't remember who the other is. I wash my hair and somehow I'm alone. I leave the bathroom and Jacqueline beckons me into the other room. I remember there was a single bed and an ironing board in that room. We chat and I ask how many were left in the writing class (even though she's not in my class!) and had I missed much the past few weeks. A man walks into the room, I assume it's one of Jacqueline's brothers and he asks for a hair band. He disappears off to the bathroom, but then Jacqueline starts shouting 'Joseph?' down the stairway.

Dream ends.

I called Ewan on my landline and asked him was he going to be back this weekend because he'd sent me a text saying he'd be back for Berry. I have no idea what this means now I'm awake but it made total sense while dreaming. He said that some of his texts must have given me the wrong idea but it was OK. The signal on his phone faded out and I was left like an idiot, looking out my bedroom window saying "Hello? Hello?" Into the phone for a few minutes. It was a beautiful day outside and I could see the sun glinting off all the little waves rolling up on the beach.

Dream shifted and I was in bed with Ewan. He kissed me then tickled my sides, really made me laugh. I tried to do the same to him but I forgot that he wasn't ticklish.

Dream ended.

Well another night, another Grimm dream. What I remember is only a fragment but still from what I can remember:

Nick is called out to the murder of two people but to say it's strange is an understatement. He calls Monroe over to the scene and it turns out the pair aren't dead at all. They are a type of Wessen that need to be hit by lightning every few years to keep on living, however the lightning strike puts them in a death-like state until they recover from the strike.

I don't remember much else but I can remember when Nick first walked onto the scene, he entered the living room and all you could see when he walked in was an overturned armchair with the occupants foot sticking up in the air. They were wearing tights and a slipper.

There was also something in there about the incredibly hot Captain Renard but I really don't remember anything other than he was in the dream at some point.

I've been watching a lot of Grimm this past week and it's started showing up in my dreams, especially the delicious Captain Renard!

I'm sitting in the front seat of an ambulance talking to someone about Cpt. Renard. I don't remember much of the conversation, only what we were talking about. I remember seeing a black man with dreadlocks at some point in the dream but that's all I really remember

I was looking in the fish tank at the side of my bed and there was a strange fish in there. It was the same shape as a Pirannah, only coloured like a neon tetra. It looked pretty worse for wear, the other occupants of the tank seemed to have been slowly chewing its tail off.

It looked distinctly battered and was swimming funny. I remember I fed it weird blue fish flakes, it kept eating it and I fed it again but it didn't get better straight away, which was what I expected

I wake up in the middle of the night, my room is pitch black and Chris is still sound asleep beside me. Not sure why I woke up but I open my eyes, still half asleep and there is an old woman at the bottom of my bed. She asks me can she take Hobbes (I can't remember why) and I sleepily tell her yes and roll over to go back to sleep.

The next morning I wake up and realise Hobbes isn't in the house. In a blind panic I suddenly remember my visitor who had apparently broken in during the night, I had thought it was only a dream! I rush to the window sill and pick up the business card that was left there. I remember looking at it.

Next thing I know, I'm in my old chemistry class from 1st year and I walk to the back of the class and sit down. I start to tell my friends that some pikey had broken into my house and stolen the cat but I'm interupted by Mrs woods who sends me to sit on the desk right at the front of the class. Imove there and all of a sudden the desks have changed to showers and everyone in the class is having a shower??

In a blind panic, I realise that I have lost the business card with the womans addres on it, so I can go get Hobbes back. I rush home and it's not on the window ledge. I check every pair of trousers I own to see if I put them in my pocket and don't remember... still nothing. In a flash of inspiration I suddenly remember the address - 23 speen street.

I am outside 23 speen street and it is dark. It turns out that this house actually belongs to Mrs Landers, the lady who does my mums ironing. I sit in her living room and play with her dog. It was a huge thing, a strange st. Bernard x collie. It has beautiful dark brown corse fur. I clap it for a while.

I then woke up!

I dont remember really what was said but I do remember coming downstairs to the living room in my house where my mum was (bizarre in itself seeing as my mum lives 300 miles away) and saying "I've had enough of this shit!", then I removed my engagement ring and tossed it in the corner by the bookshelf.

Chris then walked by the bedroom next to the kitchen where I was talking to my sister, glaring in the door. Next thing I know I was outside at the cottages my parents rent for their holidays each year, telling dawn and Rick that me and Chris were done and it that he had been a total dick about the baby in the car.

None of this dream makes any sense, seeing as A) me and Chris have never been engaged, B) My family were in my house 300 miles from where they live and C) Dawn and Rick were at my parents holiday destination. Dream logic is bizarre sometimes... Of course I woke up furious at Chris lol.

quite a vivid dream last night but still no lucidity since my first timy period of it the other week.

I was in Dundee at the seagate, just outside the church there. I was carrying 2 tesco bags for some reason and seemed to have made camp in a black tent at the bottom of the church stairs by the bench. I turned my back to go put some rubbish in the bin and when I turned round again the tent was flattened and flapping in the wind, while I saw a junkie lifting my stuff and putting it in a really strong, clear plastic bag.

He hadn't seen me yet, so I walked up behind him as he was about to cross the road and jerked the bag out of his hands, telling him "I don't think so mate!" He made a run for it and suddenly we were in the Perth road. He made a run for the flats that were opposite the Londis. I could see him in the window of the flats upstairs and it was as if all of the flats were joined together into one big flat, as he continued up Perth road through the flats.

I clearly remember one of his junkie mates that was with him. He had long dirty blonde hair tied back in a ponytail, looked to be in his late 40's or early 50's and had a scraggly beard to match his hair. He was wearing a green jacket, like the kind of army surplus thing that Ewan used to wear and blue Jeans.

This guy shouted out the window for me to fuck off and I screamed back that he was a homeless junkie fuck who deserved to go to prison. I gave up on the chase at this point and the scenery shifted again.

I don't clearly remember where I was but I do remember laying the clear plastic bag that I'd stolen back from the Junkie next to a battered looking coffee table. As I pulled my stuff out of the bag, I realised that there was other peoples stuff in the bag as well. Purses and wallets mostly. I remember agonising in my dream over what to do with them. Should I keep the money in them and call the owners, giving them their cards etc, sans cash? Should I take them down to the police station and hand them in? Or should I just keep the cash and bin the evidence of ever having them?

I don't know when I decided but I found myself on the phone, calling round the owners to tell them to come and pick up their belongings from my house. At this point as far as I am concerned I am in my old house at south george street but on waking, it looked nothing like it. I clearly remember one of the purse owners saying "hello" when she answered the phone to me but don't remember any of the subsequent conversation.

That's it, I must have woken up or ended my REM cycle, as I don't remember anything after that.

I'm not really sure where the first dream starts, it's a bit fragmented at the start. I'm dreaming about house.

I'm watching House and Wilson have an argument not sure what about or what is said (can't remember) but I think it is about Cuddy and Lucas. I have to get a timetable for house for the Gerrards Cross train for some random reason so I suddenly find myself on a train. The thing I notice most about the train is that it moves absolutely silently and smoothly and the carriage I am in is completely empty. The train itself is a light turquoise colour and the seats are dark purple and Turquoise. I get off the train in a massive train station, a really old sandstone building that is cavernous and busy. I know that I'm getting on the same train to get back in a few minutes because it's only 3 stops back and the train will leave in 5 minutes.

I walk along the side of the train, down the stairs and back around to the other side of the train, stopping to pick up the timetable before I get back on. I have no memory of actually going back on the train though.

Back with House and Wilson, Lucas and Cuddy are there and he has just hit Cuddy after she has told him that their relationship is over. House shouts at him and charges over, punching Lucas in the face telling him that if he ever lays a finger on her again, he'll kill him himself. Lucas goes to leave and somehow his arm and fingers are broken, his arm at a bizarre angle in his dark jacket, so house tries to stop him to at least treat the damage.

Lucas snarls at him and pulls open the front door, where 3 heavies are waiting one with a thick chain, swinging it menacingly. I know that the guy with the chain has broken House's legs before but I don't know when or why. Probably some gambling debt, or hookers. Dream ends.

Dream 2
I'm outside walking down a little dirt path, with a chain link fence, next to my old primary school. It's dark but the sky is a funny colour a really dark angry purple. Two little girls are walking in front of me and I can hear them talking. The first has dark brown hair, about shoulder length and the second has blonde hair with bunches, cute as a button. Neither of them could be any older than 6. I think they might be my little sisters, when they were young I could only see them from the back.

The Dark haired one says to the little blonde one with scornful authority of being a year older "Well when I was a little girl like you, I didn't eat plasticine!" The little blonde girl starts to say something in response but is cut short by the lightning starting.

It is awe inspiring lightning, like nothing I have ever seen before - sparking in the sky initially, seeming not to hit the ground. I hurriedly try to move the kids along, as the lightning starts to strike all around us. The kids are terrified so I wrestle them both into my grans house in Baillieston. Further up the street, behind Louise McCann's house I see my mum and dad. As I watch, a huge lightning bolt tears out of the sky and hits a small car in the car park, setting it on fire.

I rush over to my parents and tell them that I have made sure the kids are safe in the house. They are sheltering in a garage in the car park after being caught outside when the lightning started. Dream ends.

Slept in this morning, so was rushing. I only remember a tiny frag of my dream. There were 2 bikers, the only thing I remember clearly is they both had leather jackets and one had an incredibly white tshirt.

I woke up at 6am this morning and struggled to get back to sleep for about half an hour. This dream seemed to last hours but in actual fact must only have been about 15 minutes long at most.

My grandapa was with me in a kitchen that I don't recognise. There is the table and chairs from our kitchen in there and the floor is stone. My grandpa is looking for an onion and asks me to get him one. I'm standing in the street which in the dream I equate to being outside my work, but I'm not, I'm not sure where it is. I walk down the side alley at the side of 'work' and I'm in my mum's back garden. There's a shed there and I go inside.

Leonardo DiCaprio is in the shed and I'm not even mildly surprised by this. He seems really upset. He walks towards me and puts his arms around me, giving me a kiss. We walk hand in hand into my mums house and back into the strange kitchen. My sisters Amy and Emma are there, along with a strange boy that I don't know.

I go over to the laptop on the table and start browsing for something. Then I pick up the bit of paper beside me and it suddenly becomes the laptop monitor. My gran walks into the kitchen but she's lost her mind. She's shouting random rubbish like 'mum!' and 'maw!'. This about breaks my heart seeing her this way and I walk over to her and kiss the top of her head.

Suddenly my little cousin Jack is with us. We're out of the kitchen again and in my mum's living room. Jack is sat with the wreckage that used to be the laptop. I get so upset because the laptop was my grans. The screen is completely broken and Jack snatches a part out of the back. My mum twists his ear and tells him what he did was very bad.

I am in the hall outside Emma's room, where the dogs normally sleep. Leo is back, only he is sobbing and I give him a hug. My mum is watching from the living room. I notice the absolutely pristine white tshirt he has on. "Let's go to bed" he whispers in my ear, once he's calmed down some. He goes on ahead and I start to go to my room.

As Im walking, the scene around me changes and I'm in a big drawing room with peach walls and carpet. Some boring, snotty guy is droning on about the room we're in and which king decorated this particular room of Buckingham Palace. I get fidgety and bored and start playing with the lever beside me that seems to open and close the window behind me. It's more a winch than a lever, like the king you would use to bring a bucket up from a well. I open the window but it's too cold, so I try to close it again. I break the handle off and everyone is looking at me. I sheepishly hand over the handle to someone else to try to fix for me. The scene shifts again.

My gran has fallen down the stairs and dislocated her arm. My Auntie Kathleen is going to pop it back in and fix it. I know I'll be sick if I watch and my dad agrees "I'll be sick" he says just as I walk into the hall outside my parents room. In the dream it must be my room because I can see Leo lying on the bed waiting for me, still looking distraught.

I close the bedroom door behind me as I walk into the bedroom. I climb into bed beside him and snuggle up.

Damn Alarm Clock!!

This is incredibly frustrating.. The only thing I remember from dreaming last night was that I was telling someone all about lucid dreaming and how cool it was! Moving on to the next frag, I was speaking to an older lady who was wearing a white, floral print dress, a very 1950's style hat with a white veil and white lace gloves. She had shortish curly brown hair.

Grrr... how could I tell someone in my dream about lucid dreaming and not realise that I mysely was dreaming!

well I went to the cinema to see inception last night and it seemed to take a starring role in my dreams.

I don't remember a great deal of detail the dreams of last night. I was watching the fight in the hall of the hotel when the gravity has shifted and then something changed.I can only describe it as that all of a sudden everything changed from a dreamlike quality to being real. It's hard to explain, for about 60 seconds or so it became real in my head, my awareness had changed or something but the most frustrating thing is I don't remember anything else.

Does that 1 minute window mean I was lucid but just don't remember, or just a really weird quality I've never before had in my dreams?